[center][b][color=lightblue][h2]Tsukiya Eguchi.[/h2][/color][/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Xspzu5m.png[/img] [color=lightblue] “[b]I hate games.[/b] ”[/color][/center] [hr] [b]T[/b]sukiya ground his teeth in a lightening-quick snarl as the “It” of the group plowed through his earthen wall and the wounded Hyuuga sent the explosive kunai back. That was simple task to deal with, as he snapped his hand forwards and halted the debris and shrapnel from reaching him. As Yopporai annoyingly stated his intentions, Tsukiya released the staid debris coming towards him and dropped it to the ground. [b]O[/b]n one hand he felt cheated of his resources, on the other—a very indiscriminate—hate for the trio shinobi had formed due to their useless running. He shook his head slowly as he flow even higher, his inky cloak flared out around his slender body. His arms were crossed over his chest, a frown pulled his ghostly face into spectral scowl upon hearing Yopparai. [color=lightblue][b] “C[/b]lones? Well, I gave them their options, they've tossed option one by running,”[/color] he said to Yopparai. [color=lightblue][b] “I[/b]'ll find them. When I do, you better make sure they don't escape. That Byakugan bitch owes me some eyes.”[/color] He formed the [i]snake[/i] hand-seal with a prominent clap and expanded his space to fifty meters. [color=lightblue][b] “C[/b]lones are spreading throughout the city,”[/color] he mumbled to himself, seeing the chakra constructs near the fringes of his space. However, nearing the edge he sensed the real ones bending, crouching down. The taller figure dipped the shorter, wounded one into a veil beneath his dome. His brows came together in a moment of clarity. [color=lightblue] [b] “T[/b]he sewers … or maybe some underground shelter. I'm not sure. [/color] He lowered himself to the ground before releasing Kokouken. The dome would seemingly vanish, the blacken shell fading transparent in a second or two. [b]T[/b]sukiya stood still for a moment. He vaguely took note of a few wondering ninjas that entered his zone, either curious or stupid. Regardless of the facts, it verified his forethought. Kokuoken would draws eyes, one of the reasons he had wanted to make it quick. Despite his frown, a smirk found its way on his lips as he strode pass Yopparai. The two of them would surely draw attention, not that he cared but he would prefer not to kill innocents. It didn't take long for the two to reach his enemies last location, Tsukiya cocked his brow before striding towards a manhole. [b]O[/b]nce there he activated Kokuoken again, sensing small animals, insects, and the pair of ninjas that delved inside. They were easy to track even from his spot; the sewers snaked below the town like a maze. Staying constricted, compact. The taller one sprinted through the maze and ultimately got no where in the process. He snapped a hand out towards the fringe of his zone, relying on her position to guide his will. As soon as she touched the manhole, he applied pressure to it, crunching it inward until the possibility of removing it, even with enhanced strength would prove difficult. [color=lightblue][b] “Y[/b]opparai, the manhole over there,”[/color] he directed him with a nonchalant finger. [color=lightblue] [b] “B[/b]low it apart. And, if you can, don't lose sight of her again.”[/color] He glared down at the ground where the wounded woman was and willed what he had promised. A certain and undeniable death. [color=lightblue][b] “G[/b]reat Gaea.”[/color] he uttered, the power in those words transferred to his technique. [b]S[/b]pikes of jagged earth started to crash through the brick, metal, or whatever substance was around her. She was underground so the spikes had the possibility of skewering her from all directions but up, all that he made sure of was to keep her head intact. She would pay what she owed him. [hr] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ZSBMEK8.png[/img] [h2][color=orange] G I I C H I[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] [b]T[/b]he large petals of pink flowers were glittered with dew. Even still, Giichi watched his mother, with a face similar to that of a loving nun, lightly glaze them with water. He sat on the expansive wood of the Uzumaki manor, the slide doors of his home was opened and inviting. His father worked out extensively with a thin, thick-branched tree several yards away, his body was drenched with sweat as he performed pull-ups. [b]G[/b]iichi sighed with annoyance. The last year or so had been taxing for him but the two of them were taking it all in stride. They've prepping him recently, getting him ready to lead the clan but it wasn't like he had decided to do that with his life. Not that he would turn them down either way, just the sudden urgency really bothered him. In the middle of his thoughts, a loud but peculiar bell wrung from through the halls. It was faint whisper to his ears but he knew automatically that it was his phone. [b]S[/b]lowly he returned to his room and checked the message. A brow raised at the notice. Had his dad received one too? He rolled the tension in his shoulders away, pleased that he had something to do instead of brooding. After a quick shower, he tossed on a orange shirt with the Uzumaki symbol on his left breast, slid into his flak jacket, and headed out towards the meeting area. [b]U[/b]pon telling his mother and father, they bid him farewell with jovial and loving smiles. On his way there, he bumped into a few old friends from the academy. He had time to spare, so he tucked his hands into his pockets and talked about their missions, his missions, and their predictions on how pretty some of their classmates had become. As usual, someone tacked on that Giichi had gotten stronger than all of them and that his relation to the Seventh Hokage was proving beneficial. [b]I[/b]n the shadows of his pocket, Giichi clenched his fist and let his mind wander onto younger shinobi passing by. When he returned moments later, he hastily ended their interaction, claiming that he'd be late for the assembly. On the way there, he ignored the fame image of his ancestor on Hokage Monument. Arriving in a dark blur, Giichi took a step behind Reihana and covered her eyes with his hands. [color=orange][b] “G[/b]uess who, Rei-chan? If you get it right, I'll pull a flower from my mother's garden for ya.”[/color] he said with a obvious chuckle, one that mentally drew the picture of his warm grin. Over the years he had grown fond of her, if not, use to seeing her everyday. It felt natural to be around her for some reason.